In the Midst

There, he is the shadow passing by

Caused by nothing.
He is the voice that calls your name;

But when you turn around, no one is there.
 

He is the pattering foot steps-

Stalking, lurking from behind.

And when a shadow passes the corner of your eye,

It is him, again.

When you are all alone,

But feel someone staring,

It is he.

     He is speaking.

     He is watching.

     He is waiting.

And all he wants:

Is to be noticed.